A poem from a free verse workshop that I am attending tonight:

Guess It Goes Without Saying
by Michael Doyle

I guess it goes without saying
In this crazy life we're playing
That You can't have the light
Without the darkness of shadow
You can't have day without night
There is that uncertainty in all we know

There is no happiness for the sane
Who haven't felt their way through pain
But there's that need for the contrast
Of the in-between that doesn't last
It's there we find our moving way
To get through this every sort of day

In my shadow, I find that I still exist
Though in my mind some doubt persists
Hiding at times and yet always present
My laughter doesn't hide what I resent
But there in the colors between my lines
Is the function of my emotional land mines

It seems my mind is always cast toward purity
Because it's there that I find my security
But the shaded shadows have much more to say
About the life actually lived in my day to day
Thrown stones might shatter my windowed glass
But if you don't mind, I think I'll take my pass

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